My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant nothing
I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant nothing